I Thought She Said Maple Leaves

Autumn is my absolute favourite season. I've never understood why they call Autumn "Fall" in North America. It just seems rather odd to me. Why don't they extend it to calling Summer "Hot", Winter "Cold" and Spring "Animals Having Sex"?
The only good thing about the term "Fall" is that it provided Jens Lekman with some fuel for some witty play on words
Anyway, today in Montreal was one of those perfect Autumn days. A fist pumping, fuck yeah! sort of day. So I decided to use the opportunity to go out and take a few photographs of the neighbourhood.

Down the bottom of my street is a baseball field. Whilst the Québécois strive very hard to preserve their cultural identity, they haven't succeeded very well when it comes to American sports.
American sports, as everyone who doesn't live on the North American continent knows, are rubbish. Well, I used to think that basketball was pretty good, and apart from the fact that the US calls its domestic competition the "World Series", I have nothing really against baseball. But Gridiron, well...this is how I feel about Gridiron

Although I'm not confused in a "I'm too stupid to comphrend" way, I'm more confused in a "Holy shit, you're telling me that people actually think that is a worthwhile game?" sort of way. Gridiron is ridiculous. It makes Rugby look sensible. It is by far the scariest thing about the US, and that includes the man to the left being President.

There is a something rather romantic about baseball fields though. Even coming from a non-baseball playing country there's definite familiarity about them. I guess it comes images of fathers taking their sons to Little League in movies and TV shows. Maybe we need some more Australian dramas with fathers taking their sons to VicKick on a Saturday morning? It seems it's not just the Québécois who struggle to maintain their identity.

One of the more noticeable things going down in town at the moment is preparation of Halloween. I remember once when I was growing up some kids came and knocked on our front door wanting to "trick and/or treat". My dad told them to piss off. Unfortunately, they didn't retaliate my spraying "Bald Arsehole" on the door. Halloween is an absolutely non-event in Australia. I also can't recall any shenanigans taking place in the UK when I lived there. So it is with great intrigue and fascination that I am currently observing the festivities unfolding. It's three weeks before the event and people have started decorating their houses, and large whole pumpkins are starting to be sold in shops.



I have a ticket to go see The Fiery Furnaces and Deerhoof on the night of the 31st, however, I'm sure I'll be around enough to enjoy the spectacle. Maybe I'll even partake in a little trick or treating myself!








C'est mon atelier préféré de bagel. J'obtiens des bagels d'ici presque tous les jours. Ils sont trés trés yummy.